Matt’s ringer, he explained, was his ex-girlfriend Elektra Natchios. Heiress, socialite, daughter of a Greek diplomat. Also an assassin and something called a Black Sky, which Matt declined to explain in too much detail, but which sounded like some weird combination of Messiah and superhero.

Matt laughed when Foggy pointed that out.

“She’s really not like that at all,” he said.

Elektra was a nomad, going wherever her job took her, or wherever seemed like a good idea at the time. When Matt got a hold of her, she was in Cambodia, “just finishing something up,” and said she could be in New York in two days. That gave Matt only a few days before Fisk’s Better Tomorrow benefit. They decided to stage the coup a few days after that.

Matt insisted on calling them the Praetorian Guard. Foggy didn’t find it amusing.

Matt and Frank already had the bare bones of the plan drawn out by the time Elektra arrived. They refused to tell Foggy anything. Just in case.

The day Elektra’s plane landed, Matt and Frank planned to have dinner at her penthouse, to present the plan to her and get her input.

“You’ll get to meet her,” Matt said, “just - we have to work things out first.”

“Yeah,” Foggy said. “I mean, priorities, right?”

If he were being honest, Foggy was a little relieved to put off meeting Elektra. The way Matt talked about her, with a mixture of awe and fondness, made Foggy’s heart sink. He wasn’t sure if he was hoping she’d live up to Matt’s description or fall short of it.

He was debating pouring himself a drink to deal with the conundrum when his phone rang. Matt’s number appeared on the screen.

“Hey,” Foggy answered.

“Hey. So, we’re done with the business stuff, and just having a few drinks, and Elektra was wondering if you’d like to come up and meet her.”

“Oh.” Foggy was glad Matt couldn’t hear his heartbeat over the phone. “Yeah, sure that sounds great.” It wasn’t as if he had a good reason to say no.

“Great. I’ll get Frank to text you the address.”

The address was for a highrise on the Upper West Side, new and shiny with chrome and glass. The doorman stopped him until he said he was visiting Elektra Natchios, then smiled unctuously and waved Foggy into the elevator.

Matt opened the door on the first knock, and kissed Foggy in the doorway, the taste of Scotch on his lips. Inside, Foggy could hear a woman laughing.

“Come on,” Matt said, tugging Foggy by the hand. Foggy heard the low rumble of Frank’s voice, saying something about improvisation being important.

At the end of the entrance hall, the apartment opened up, a modern kitchen to the right and a living area to the left. Frank was sitting on a black leather couch, looking with amusement at the woman in the matching armchair.

She was draped across the chair, her legs hanging over the arm. Dressed in black, her feet bare, and a glass in her hand. She had the face of a model, high cheekbones and big dark eyes that were sparkling with laughter.

“‘Lektra, I want you to meet Franklin Nelson,” Matt said, his hand on Foggy’s back. “Foggy, this is Elektra.”

Elektra turned her eyes on him, and smiled, and Foggy thought of panthers and wolves. She swung her legs down and stood up, her movements elegant and perfectly controlled. Like Matt. Foggy remembered that they’d been on the run together, and wondered who in their right mind would want to tangle with the pair of them.

“Pleasure,” Elektra said, holding out her hand, which Foggy shook.

“All mine,” he said.

“Matthew,” she said, curling a hand over Matt’s shoulder, “why don’t you get Franklin something to drink? I’m sure you know what he’d like.” She had an accent, somewhere between English and…French, maybe?

“‘Course,” Matt said, heading for the kitchen.

“Please, sit,” Elektra said, casually waving a hand towards Frank as she draped herself back over the armchair. “Matthew won’t tell me how you’re involved in this little endeavor.” She cocked her head. “Only that you’re the only other person who knows about it.”

“I…” Foggy glanced at Frank, who cleared his throat.

“He’s a non-combatant,” Frank said.

“I see,” Elektra said, filling two syllables with meaning.

“He’s going to help me run things,” Matt said, sliding onto the couch next to Foggy and holding out a glass of something amber. He sipped a matching glass. “I’m going to need him. He’s a smart one.”

“Yes, you’ll definitely need one of those,” Elektra said.

“I’m sitting right here,” Frank said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you when I need shit blown up,” Matt said.

Foggy took a sip of what turned out to be excellent Scotch, and looked up to see Elektra gazing at him.

“This is very nice,” he said. “What is it?”

“Macallan,” Elektra said. “I keep a bottle for Matthew. I take it you’re a Scotch drinker?”

“I’ll pretty much drink anything you put in front of me,” Foggy said, which made her smile widen. “But this is…very nice,” he finished lamely.

“Elektra’s poison is Mezcal,” Matt said, and Elektra raised her glass.

“I never could convince Matthew to acquire the taste.”

“Isn’t that the one with the worm in it?” Foggy said.

“Yes, and I can definitely taste it,” Matt said.

“He complains about it every time,” Elektra said.

“Really? You were fine drinking the eel booze at Josie’s,” Foggy said.

Frank snorted from Foggy’s other side, and Elektra rolled her eyes.

“He took you to that hole?” Elektra said.

“Hey, don’t you know that that’s Matt’s A-game?” Frank said, making Elektra laugh. Frank nudged Foggy with his elbow. “Bet he told you he liked the sound of your voice, too.”

“Uh, no…” Foggy said, but Matt was already trying to defend himself.

“I don’t use that on everyone,” Matt said.

“Only the ones whose pants you’re trying to get into,” Frank said.

“It is your only line, darling,” Elektra said.

“I never used it on Foggy,” Matt said.

“Now I think I’m insulted,” Foggy said.

Matt wrapped his arm around Foggy’s shoulders and leaned in so his lips were brushing Foggy’s ear. “I love the sound of your voice,” he whispered, so low Foggy could barely make it out, but in a tone that sent a shiver down Foggy’s spine. Foggy turned his head, and Matt caught his mouth in a kiss, hot and tasting of Scotch. When Matt pulled away, Foggy glanced over to see Frank smirking and Elektra stretching like a cat.

“Showoff,” Frank said.

“Aren’t you boys adorable?” Elektra drawled. “Did you really bring him here just to put on a show?”

There was a pause, heavy and dangerous, and Foggy remembered that he was surrounded by three killers who were used to getting what they wanted. He should have been afraid. He wasn’t, not anymore.

Matt leaned in, his breath on Foggy’s ear.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” he whispered.

Foggy locked eyes with Elektra, who was looking at him as if she was expecting something from him. He knocked back the rest of the Scotch, keeping eye contact with her, and put the glass down on the coffee table. Then he looked at Frank, who looked away from Elektra to meet Foggy’s gaze.

“I think I’d like to see the rest of the penthouse,” he said, turning to Matt, who grinned.

“Good idea,” Matt said, kissing him.

“No, don’t get up,” Elektra said, standing up in one fluid movement. “You two finish your drinks, I’ll give Franklin the tour.” She offered Foggy her hand, which he took. “You can come after us when you’re done.”

Up the stairs from the living area was the loft-style bedroom; there were no walls, so Foggy could hear everything happening downstairs. He heard Frank chuckle.

“Smooth, Red,” Frank said dryly.

“Like you weren’t thinking it,” Matt shot back.

“Quite the pair, aren’t they?” Elektra said softly. “I always liked them together.” She gave Foggy a sidelong glance full of meaning, and a slow, sly smile. “Don’t you?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure -“

Elektra rolled her eyes. “Please. It’s written all over the two of them, if you know what you’re looking for.” She put the tip of her finger to Foggy’s breastbone. “They’re very fond of you.”

“Thank you?”

Elektra’s smile widened, as if what he’d said amused her. “Well, they did say you were adorable.” Her finger was drifting up towards his throat.

“And what do you think?”

“I think…there’s more to you than they’re giving you credit for.”

She kissed him then, sudden and fierce, pulling his head down to crash into her mouth. He felt her nails on the back of his neck. She let him go and pushed him back, and he stumbled and sat on the edge of the bed. Elektra practically leapt onto him, straddling him and attacking his mouth with hers. He had the thought that this might be what mice feel like, when cats play with them before killing them. Her fingers tore at his shirt, her nails raking his back, and her teeth caught the skin on his neck. He yelped, and she sat back, laughing.

“Oh, you are adorable,” she cooed, running her thumb over the smarting skin where she’d bitten him.

He pushed his hands up, under her top, and she lifted her arms to let him peel it off her. She unhooked the practical black bra underneath, then pulled his face to her breasts, demanding his attention there. He lapped at a nipple with his tongue, and she tightened her grip on his hair, and growled, “Harder.” He sucked at it, and she still wanted more, until he closed his teeth around her nipple and made her gasp.

“He got you going?” came Frank’s voice, and Elektra let up on Foggy enough that he could glance up to see Frank standing behind her, gripping her by the hair and pulling her head back for a rough kiss.

“Not quite yet,” she said.

“They’ve been waiting for us,” Matt said, sliding onto the bed next to Foggy. He leaned in to kiss Foggy. “Haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” Foggy gasped.

Matt slipped around to kneel behind Foggy, his knees on either side of Foggy’s hips. He wrapped his arms around Foggy and kissed his shoulder, and Foggy watched Frank slide one hand down into Elektra’s leggings, still holding her by the hair as she moaned and squirmed on Foggy’s lap. Her weight was right on Foggy’s dick, and the friction of her movements were having a very noticeable effect. She reached back and grabbed Frank’s jaw, pulling a kiss out of him as her hips ground against his hand and Foggy’s cock.

When she let him go, Frank grinned and released her hair, pulling his hand out of her leggings. The hand in her hair drifted down to her shoulder, and he leaned forward, his chest against her back, and brought his wet fingers to Foggy’s mouth. Matt had his nose pressed against the back of Foggy’s neck, his fingers buried in Foggy’s hair, and Foggy met Elektra’s sharp eyes as Frank pushed his fingers into Foggy’s mouth. He tasted salt and musk, a bitter note underneath, and he sucked on Frank’s fingers as Elektra smiled.

“You two are wearing far too many clothes,” Elektra said as Frank pulled his fingers out of Foggy’s mouth. Matt laughed against Foggy’s shoulder. “Come on.”

“I’m not a piece of meat,” Matt said, leaning over Foggy’s shoulder to meet Elektra in a kiss.

“Shut up and show me that arse,” Elektra retorted, and Matt sat back. Foggy saw his shirt fly past him onto the floor.

Frank laughed as he stripped off his henley. Elektra rolled off of Foggy’s lap and pulled down her leggings and underwear, then glanced at him.

“You too,” she said, and Foggy fumbled for his belt, but Frank, now naked, just grinned and pushed him onto his back, and tugged Foggy’s pants and boxers down and off while Elektra slid her hand down his chest and started to stroke his cock. Matt leaned over Foggy’s body to kiss Elektra, then there was a sharp slap, and Frank was next to Matt, stealing him away from Elektra. Foggy lay between the three of them, watching them grapple with each other, rough and hard. Predators, all of them.

“So what exactly did you have in mind?” Frank said, looking at Elektra while he stroked Matt’s cock. Elektra was pressing Foggy’s fingers inside her.

“Well - mmm - I’m not about to turn down three cocks,” she said.

“Oh, God, yes,” Matt moaned.

“Was that for Frank, or was that for me?” Elektra said.

“Both.”

They all laughed at that, and Frank let Matt go to get the condoms. Elektra pushed Foggy onto his back and rolled the condom onto him herself, before mounting him. She rode him slowly, and Foggy looked past her to see Frank and Matt making out, Frank’s cock sheathed in latex. Matt leaned up and whispered something in Frank’s ear that made Frank chuckle, then stare at Elektra and Foggy hungrily.

“Are you two lost?” Elektra demanded.

“Coming, sweetheart,” Matt said, kissing her. He tossed Frank the bottle of lube as he came around to Elektra’s front, stretching out on the bed beside Foggy and kissing him languidly. Foggy sucked in a breath as he felt Elektra writhe on him, and looked up to see Frank with one arm wrapped around her chest, holding her upright, the other hand hidden behind her. Elektra had her eyes closed, and she moaned enthusiastically. Foggy thought he could feel…no, he must be imagining it. Then Matt pulled him back for another kiss, and he was only aware of Elektra’s heat and Matt’s mouth.

“Now,” Elektra ordered, and Frank didn’t need telling twice. Foggy did feel it as Frank pushed in, the movement and the pressure building inside Elektra’s body. He moaned into Matt’s mouth, and felt Matt grin.

“That feel good?” Matt whispered, and Foggy could only stammer out something in the affirmative.

Matt pulled away, and Foggy stared at Elektra, all hunger and lust and power, her eyes glinting with ferocity. Then Matt was blocking his view, straddling his chest, and Foggy saw a fall of black hair over his thigh, and Elektra’s moans were suddenly muffled. Frank swore proficiently, and Matt said Elektra’s name, long and drawn out. Then, suddenly, Elektra’s body tightened like a whip crack, and she shouted out. Foggy felt Frank stop moving, and then felt some of the pressure relieved as Frank pulled out. Matt climbed off his chest, and Elektra eased herself off Foggy, smiling like a cat. She stretched on the sheets, and Matt leaned over her, stroking her cheek.

“Happy, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Very,” she said.

“You just gonna leave us hanging?” Frank said, making to swat her ass, but she grabbed his wrist, lightning-fast.

“You boys can entertain yourselves, I’m sure,” she said. She opened her eyes, meeting Foggy’s gaze, and smiled. “Yes, I think I want to see that.” She rolled onto her side, arching her back.

Frank looked down at Foggy, still lying prone. He grinned, and nudged Foggy’s legs apart with his knee.

“What do you say, Red?” he said, not taking his eyes off Foggy.